A Poem on Prophet Muhammad (s.a.a.w.) by Allama Iqbal
He slept on a mat of rushes, But the crown of Chosroes lay beneath the feet of his followers; He chose the nightly solitude of Mount Hira, And founded a nation, law and government; He passed his nights with sleepless eyes, That his Millet might sleep on Chosroes throne In the hour of battle, iron was melted by the flash of his sword. At prayer time, tears fell like drops of rain from his eyes. In his prayer for Divine help, his Amen' was a sword, Which extirpated the lineage of kings. He inaugurated a new Order in the world, He brought the empires old to an end: In his sight the high and the low were one, He sat with the slave at table one; He burnt clear the distinctions of birth and clan. His fire consumed all this trash and bran.
He slept on a mat of rushes, But the crown of Chosroes lay beneath the feet of his followers; He chose the nightly solitude of Mount Hira, And founded a nation, law and government; He passed his nights with sleepless eyes, That his Millet might sleep on Chosroes throne In the hour of battle, iron was melted by the flash of his sword. At prayer time, tears fell like drops of rain from his eyes. In his prayer for Divine help, his Amen' was a sword, Which extirpated the lineage of kings. He inaugurated a new Order in the world, He brought the empires old to an end: In his sight the high and the low were one, He sat with the slave at table one; He burnt clear the distinctions of birth and clan. His fire consumed all this trash and bran.
